Chapter 22 Sick and Twisted (1/2)

Laz wasn't paying attention since he was distracted by the eye candy going on in the room. Now that it had gotten to this point, he realized he didn't know what was going on in the apartment. Since it was now fairly quiet, he couldn't get a sense of what the situation was like.

He also didn't know how to interrupt these two, but figured he might as well try. Thickening his skin, he figured he might as well act like what they were doing wasn't important to him.

”Hey, if you two are done, Joey just left.”

”Ohhh... god... baby...” Desi moaned, her body getting more and more excited. She seemed even more turned on hearing Laz's voice. Tony on the other hand was reminded of this small pain sitting by the door.

”Fine.” Tony lifted Desi as though she were made of feathers and set her down on the couch next to himself, pulling a blanket over and covering her up.

”Sorry baby, time to work. Get yourself dressed. We can finish this later,” Tony commented, standing up.

Desi had a look on her face of being wronged but slumped back as though she had no desire to get dressed or even button up her shirt. Instead, she spread herself over the comfy, plush couch and just turned her attention back to the TV, totally unconcerned with the two males in the room. Her heart didn't stop pounding and she was quite startled inside. She had no idea how she was so fired up.

She has had sex with Tony dozens of times, but this time she felt far more wild then she ever did before. She enjoyed this feeling of primal lust and she had an inkling that it didn't stem from Tony in the slightest. She could only think the reason had to do with something else and she felt puzzled about that.

'He was just a kid...' she tried to convince herself.

Tony had no idea what was happening in Desi's head as he walked to the door, unlocked it, put on his shoes and beckoned Laz to follow him.

”You brought the keys right?” Tony wasn't really asking a question.

”Your guys aren't here yet though, are they?”

”No. But this is a good time to find out if your messing with me or not. If you arn't, then we will take care of this. If you are just saying this shit because you owe him money or some shit, I can promise you will regret this. Tony doesn't like being lied to.”

Laz finally figure out what was happening. There was no reason for them to go into Joey's place since Tony's 'friends' weren't here yet, but Tony still had him keep watch in case Joey left. His reason was because he didn't trust Laz and he wanted to make sure that he wasn't being lied to.

To get played by a virgin kid wasn't something he could stand. He didn't think the kid was brave enough, but he wasn't going to be drawn into someone else's problem either.

”Wait, one sec.” Tony turned around and walked over to a chest near the door. Opening it, Tony began to search through it, finally pulling out two sets of gloves and two ski masks.

”Haven't used this shit in a while,” Tony muttered, handing a pair of gloves and a mask to Laz.

Sliding his own, Laz could see that the mask Tony wore had the design of a clown on the front of it. Looking at his own, Laz's had a white skull. Laz didn't know if it was possible to feel more like a bad guy than at this exact moment.

Sliding on the hood and the gloves, Laz followed Tony out the door. Walking down the cement walkway, they went down the stairs and kept going until the reached Joey's apartment.

”Open it,” Tony ordered, while looking around.

Laz pulled the ring of keys out of his pocket and started fumbling around. There weren't a lot of keys since all the doors only had a deadbolt, the only exception being Tony who had installed an electronic keypad on his.

Finding the key marked for Joey's place, he inserted it into the deadbolt and turned, unlocking the door.

Tony was somewhat surprised, he almost expected that Joey would have changed his own lock despite the fact that he wasn't actually allowed to. It seems like he never considered the old man to come knocking when he wasn't home.

Opening the door, The first thing that assaulted Laz and Tony was the smell. If you could imagine what would happen if a team of football players all died in an enclosed area shortly after playing a match, that would almost start to explain the smell.

Laz wanted to throw up and Tony wasn't much better.

'Just how dirty can you let a place get?' They thought.